Tracks

01. Inception
02. Lash By Lash
03. Solemn They Await
04. Render My Prey
05. Eve Of Contempt
06. Sour Flow
07. By A Thousand Deaths Fulfilled
08. Dead & Grotesque
09. In My Own Greed
10. Scorched



01. Inception

Music by Jonas Bryssling, Dennis Röndum
[instrumental]


02. Lash By Lash

Music by Jonas Bryssling
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Bent again I glimpse a past that I know never was still I see, reminiscence.
Pulsate, breathing, starring through me.
Something I can't recollect speaks my mind, all thou I shun it's sometimes there.
Binding, gazing, intentions seems unknown.

Flashes conceived so bizarre rid them of my mind.
Scenery of filth, eyeless faces, lights of the looming black, abject lash by lash.
Striking my flesh without leaving marks.
Scenery of filth, eyeless faces, lights of the looming black, abject lash by lash.

My presence slowly fades with bitter taste and wings that can not bear.
Lost, I wonder in its reek, it stirs my mind, wreck my being.
The more I deny, it gets all clearer.

The air is so thick, soggy surroundings, hard to breach, watching it as through a facet Bewildering clatter, a spectral resonance, although I can't touch it I feel it all over me.

A spewing shine, I have begotten this appalling view.
As it is less of forms, the rapid shifting of shapres and moulds.
Intangible, scent of the reviled.

The rain of black flakes never seem to hit the pallid soil on which I'm placed.
This trance exhibit of forbidden silhouettes.
As shadows I see them twirling by my side, ever foes of life Chained and bleeding, locked from fleeing, lash by lash.

A tranquil mood now seize my sight, odd and calm it withdraws, all I see is naked walls, My shaking stops.
Silence holds me, motions ebb through me.
The rotten ambience is gone as I wait for the call to wake up Eyes closed, I wither, the journey back I seek

Flashes conceived so bizarre rid them of my mind.
Scenery of filth, eyeless faces, lights of the looming black, abject lash by lash.
Striking my flesh without leaving marks.
Scenery of filth, eyeless faces, lights of the looming black, abject.


03. Solemn They Await

Music by Jonas Bryssling
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Aftermath, with hazy ocular I realize I am back, sheltered now.
Irrational paranoia swallows me.

Suppress the delusion.
My past gets mirrored when I'm there, a clandestine zone, a place I fear.
Can't recollect these memories as things I have partaken in reality.
A ruined focus a shattered view, I am transparent, cut and bruised.
Answers nowhere to be found, what is this past I keep getting reminded of.

Dissonant, with trembling hands I cover my eyes, a touch of sense denied.

Bound by suspense It's suddenly clear, I'll yield to the edge of the leaf thin steel.
Fixated state on the artery, in the city of death I'll find peace and it won't haunt me.
Desperately cutting without response, the blood keeps coagulate, refused by the reaper.

With fester disdain I stay, disharmonic signals, source unseen
A message I can't construe, a phantom cipher they speak.

This beacon I must find, it's alive rooted deep inside searching for its light.
I shall retort, hidden answers, I'll burn them every bridge just to stop clutching at every straw, I walk their stride of idle, death lurks everywhere, nowhere in my reach, refuge depraved, solemn they await.

Irregular beats pounding me harder for each breath I take.

With discern as I ponder, origin of the pulsating strokes
Seduced by my own heart's foul language, a light there never was.

Falling deeper, time stands still as I fall
Stranded to taste the void.


04. Render My Prey

Music by Jonas Bryssling, Dennis Röndum
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind.
Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them.
I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I'm slowly turning into what I dread.

Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness.
Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me.

I am becoming the infestation, now it's clear what I intend to do
As I reach the house of god I'll take and keep my price forever.

Render my prey as I descend, render my prey.

Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come.

Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed.
Useless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions
It is clearly a non human authority.

Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man.
In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path.

Where's my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace
Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement.

Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up, swinging from the ceiling upside down.

Render my prey as I descend, render my prey

Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come


05. Eve Of Contempt

Music by Jonas Bryssling, Dennis Röndum
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves.

Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this growing inflammation.
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow.
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it.
It drip-dries from its inverted, bloated head.

The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing.
changing in structure, my expression, looks not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh.

A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off.
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings.

With open eyes I start to feel delight.
Agitate no more, no doubts
I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black.

My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with its red grant me completion.

No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for I'm not me and of now conceived again.

The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall.
I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join.
The order of chaos awaits in another world.
Disintegrate, I'll return mentally.
My body of scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul.


06. Sour Flow

Music by Jonas Bryssling, Dennis Röndum
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Time navigates me through excruciating pain,
objective guideless.
Arcane ends to means, sour flow, eloquent.
A strong covet glowing for the ancient lust filled sleep,
their venom, my wishes now.

Souls father around, I shall be risen by their hands.
Now, our union is near, upon me the fatal revise.

Odyssey of my spirit has brought me here.
Movements all around, I feel their cold embrace.
They revel as I declare myself.

Signatures are traded.
Beyond all humans truths.
The purgatory is fading.
I am now law.

Exposed to their eyes, fearless I face their torture.
Enduring their test, I know that it's only just begun.
Locked in a spiritual hardness as they show the way.

Rites commence.
In fiery, I taste the death of sons.
Breeding my conviction, mortal, not now.
Aeons in linger, awake at last.
Purified and crowned to bear deaths ever pale mask.

Light withdraws at my sight, my travels shall be in dimness.
Plunged back to my flesh, their desires I must fulfil

Signatures are traded.
Beyond all human truths.
The purgatory is fading.
I am now law


07. By A Thousand Deaths Fulfilled

Music by Jonas Bryssling, Jonas Renvaktar, Dennis Röndum
Lyrics by Jonas Renvaktar
My cloven tongue speak such words of silk, Irresistible
I sow dreams, lies they will want to swallow, they give while I collect.
Affection, pleasures so forbidden only the strong can withstand and endure.

Predatorily instincts, find the right type of lust.
Needed for my cause I contract scavengers, beggars, murderers and whores.
The scum of this earth is to be the foundation of my ascent
Feed my glory, my wisdom now.

By a power strong and intense I've been selected.
To concur and seduce, once a pawn but soon to rule in glory divine, in glory divine.

With my serpent eyes I acquire love and with the strongest hands demand all obedience.
A thousand lives for one

Freely given through their pain I'll reap what I have planted in this sour soil.
And my grave will shed light upon the forsaken.

The Icon in my own congregation I am.
I enter my podium encircled by outcasts.
My apostles and lovers all those cheerful faces.
Hysterically laughing their way through this hymn to my person.

By a thousand deaths fulfilled.

When I open my mouth to speak they'll engulf my words life dogs, screaming.
Shouting prayers directed towards the one and I, whom are far superior.

I taste the energy flowing from a thousand naked, beaten creeps, sweaty limbs entwined.
A mass of feasting flesh, Individuality at last abandoned.

Differences erased as my children adjoin through blood and bondage.
Entangled, thousands turned to one.
A collective mind under my control lead by my will, kneeled before me
By a thousand deaths fulfilled.


08. Dead & Grotesque

Music by Jonas Bryssling
Lyrics by Jonas Renvaktar, Dennis Röndum
One Candle left to burn now, a mountain left to scale.
To prove my dedication, a final bond to cut.

Birth was the start of a vain search for lies, banalities forced to endure.
I ask you deliverer, can you take this pain, to pay this I need you undone.
Another gift was offered, her life left in my fist
To accept my blessing, bowed her head, disgraced.

Face start to glow as I enter and enslave her.
My force starts to work upon her soul.
I am your heir and the legacy your own one
For love you shall visit this dark plane.

Her twitching body's aching, it shakes in fear, the tears are pouring down.
She begs in cries to heaven, my sin was wrong, can you forgive my actions.
No fucking way.

What she disturbed awoke, opened up its eyes.
Watching her decay, bleeding seems to be its ways.
Pungent odors now rise, gore, trembling in fear.
For a piece of mind is a distant memory
By the carnage of her soul, dead, mutilated faith.
Demonized in deep, tunnel, life is now enclosed.
Revelations is all gone, haunt, for the guilty one.
Framed within the dark, evil, exits won't appear.

You have been measured and your sins will condemn you
You gave life, it has to be reversed.
Judgment now passes and she looks at her body.
The stench comes from her own rotting flesh.

Demonic environment it's trying to pierce through her soul
All that surrounds her must die, reach for the fire axe.
Stab the shadows cutting the air effect none, there's no escape.
Start to realize she will hit nothing fleeing from the holocaust
Understand it's useless to run.

As hostage she will serve me, locked forever trapped.
A sacrifice of willing, bought me tremendous might.
Stepped out of life into places of obscured chaotic dimensions abroad.
Unspeakable terror to man its unknown the kind of destruction it holds.

No more strings sustain me, I'll leave for what's beyond.
My Dead soul now waiting, before the gates bizarre.


09. In My Own Greed

Music by Jonas Bryssling, Dennis Röndum
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Silently I step unto my faith, I feel acceptance now, a righteous path they'll grant.
Slavery is all I leave behind, the weak are silent now, bowed down in their own filth.

Across realms never travelled, rupturing climates, the sun is lost
Dragged through this endless gate, the unseen guides whispers for the unseen way.
Breathless air infuse me, calm I absorb the chilling wind.
Black is what lies ahead, in fear I am no more, I shall greet its pain.

Luminous at last, my broken soul with torn off wings through spiteful greed I shall find peace.
In my own greed.
I seek what I should dread, longing for the kingdom high, the promise left to serve my kind.
In my own greed.

Shielded from, the past I leave behind, another day is rising and in its womb, my desire.
The gift, sent that I possess, arried with pride, earned before this time.
Death, inept to claim my stained soul, this journey I have tekn, swept me before its hands
In life came clarity at last, I am of the forgotten, my spirit is dead.

Blinding lights as one to be reborn, uplifted and redeemed, my being their spawn.

I'm the beast that ate my putrid soul in conflict with the earthly, the fleas of mass disgrace.
Harmony, of which I have been robbed, my course is sacrilegious, I honour every step.

Treading forth as I realize I am there to dwell in my might, come solitude.
Seasons passed in my wondering lost for words, perpetual I shall remain.

Luminous at last, my broken soul with torn off wings through spiteful greed I shall find peace.
In my own greed.
I seek what I should dread, longing for the kingdom high, the promise left to serve my kind.
In my own greed, it shall so be.


10. Scorched

Music by Jonas Bryssling
Lyrics by Dennis Röndum
Rooted now in my own palace, the fog around me seems to clear off and vanish.
Embalmed surroundings, dormant and obscene,
I'm shining, awaken in my dreams.
I'm fleshless, I know what I must cause, destruction, I'm the fallen vanguard.
On a surface dead, not breathing, a starless dome span the horizons up above
Preserved existence, never more to sleep, heretic, blood to spill I seek.
Agony, I am it not they, governing this prelude to madness.

Blasphemous I charge for what to be.
Time for the erasing of the chains that helf my soul in court to bleed.
Eternal reign, my world.

They're the flock of debris, I'm the infinite serum.
Weak they stand before me, dead shall be.
Final end, celestial flaming.

Chaos in my chamber, I'll feed them to their maker.
Weak they stand before me, dead Deity, I am the ever black risen.

From my ground, a born unbeliever, fallen once but now of the secured.
In pure mayhem, saturated.

Hold the torch up on high, I taste it, I feel it as I lower it into the soon ignited sky.
The sparks treats me with divine care.

They're the flock of debris, I'm the infinite serum.
Weak they stand before me, dead shall be.
Final end, celestial flaming.

Chaos in my chamber, I'll feed them to their maker.
Weak they stand before me, dead Deity, ever black, risen.

From my ground, a born unbeliever, fallen once but now of the secured.
In pure mayhem, saturated.

Ashes and dust fulfils my ceremony, idols perished, their riches is no more and with them gone I seize my throne.

Cosmic god, this titan of the deep I have embodied and sworn to keep.
Of all the secrets I know only one, my shadow's buried, my soul is not.